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Global Crime Prevention Unit - a new way of tackling mysteries and fighting crime.
Will Doyle had not spoken to his sister Chloe for five years. But after she invited him to her house in South London, he is asked to join the mysterious G.C.P.U. - an elite team who utilise the power of the internet and modern technology to solve complex mysteries and crimes.
Unsure if he will join, Will nevertheless shadows the team on a particularly unusual case...
The E-Book Murders is the first novella in an exciting new series of futuristic crime novellas called G.C.P.U.
Will Doyle had not spoken to his sister Chloe for five years. But after she invited him to her house in South London, he is asked to join the mysterious G.C.P.U. - an elite team who utilise the power of the internet and modern technology to solve complex mysteries and crimes.
Unsure if he will join, Will nevertheless shadows the team on a particularly unusual case...
The E-Book Murders is the first novella in an exciting new series of futuristic crime novellas called G.C.P.U.
(Word Count: Approx. 30,000 words)
Extracts:
"Sorry to interrupt but can we backtrack here for a second - what is Foursquare - look, I do know about Facebook cos a few mates of mine made me sign up, but..."
"I'm prayin' to God ya didn't put all your info up there," Nepthys interrupted. There was no mistaking her Californian accent when it was set against the others' middle class London accents.
"I just filled in all the forms, like you would with any form."
"Even your birthday and hometown?"
"Of course. Should I not have?"
"Facebook's a bit like Hotel California - 'You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave'."
"What Nepthys means is that once you upload your details onto Facebook they'll hold them forever - even if you eventually remove yourself from their site." Chloe said. "How are the modifications to the MQ1 Predator coming along?"
"I'd rather talk about it when we know for sure if he's on our side." Nepthys replied, while glaring coldly at Will.
But it wasn't just her dress sense, she had also mastered the art of moving with stealth in an urban environment. She found that if she walked at certain angles in different enclosed spaces and repeated these movements, most people would fail to notice the repetition of her movement. And this led to strange experiments, such as when she walked across the same crossing near Tottenham Court Road Station two hundred and twelve times before anyone noticed her and thought she was lost, or when she managed to walk around the dance-floor in the Ministry of Sound without being accosted by a single guy for the entire night.
Now, she decided that she needed to examine the men's toilets to see if she could find any evidence there. She looked around the room to see how many men were sitting on the ground floor, she counted four and then she went to the first floor and saw seven men. As she walked round the first floor, giving the impression that she was looking for a friend, she examined each of their drinks to see how much was left. Half of the men though, had closed white cups for their coffees, so she tried to work out how much was left in these drinks by looking at how they lifted their drinks and to see if this gave away their drink's weight and in turn how much was left in each cup. To her delight, when she looked at one of these cups after one of the men left the first floor, she learned that her guess for his cup was emphatically accurate.
Extracts:
"Sorry to interrupt but can we backtrack here for a second - what is Foursquare - look, I do know about Facebook cos a few mates of mine made me sign up, but..."
"I'm prayin' to God ya didn't put all your info up there," Nepthys interrupted. There was no mistaking her Californian accent when it was set against the others' middle class London accents.
"I just filled in all the forms, like you would with any form."
"Even your birthday and hometown?"
"Of course. Should I not have?"
"Facebook's a bit like Hotel California - 'You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave'."
"What Nepthys means is that once you upload your details onto Facebook they'll hold them forever - even if you eventually remove yourself from their site." Chloe said. "How are the modifications to the MQ1 Predator coming along?"
"I'd rather talk about it when we know for sure if he's on our side." Nepthys replied, while glaring coldly at Will.
But it wasn't just her dress sense, she had also mastered the art of moving with stealth in an urban environment. She found that if she walked at certain angles in different enclosed spaces and repeated these movements, most people would fail to notice the repetition of her movement. And this led to strange experiments, such as when she walked across the same crossing near Tottenham Court Road Station two hundred and twelve times before anyone noticed her and thought she was lost, or when she managed to walk around the dance-floor in the Ministry of Sound without being accosted by a single guy for the entire night.
Now, she decided that she needed to examine the men's toilets to see if she could find any evidence there. She looked around the room to see how many men were sitting on the ground floor, she counted four and then she went to the first floor and saw seven men. As she walked round the first floor, giving the impression that she was looking for a friend, she examined each of their drinks to see how much was left. Half of the men though, had closed white cups for their coffees, so she tried to work out how much was left in these drinks by looking at how they lifted their drinks and to see if this gave away their drink's weight and in turn how much was left in each cup. To her delight, when she looked at one of these cups after one of the men left the first floor, she learned that her guess for his cup was emphatically accurate.
